by Tranay Adams
Te’Qui lay on the ground with a bloody face and torso. The side of his face was singed and there were several small holes in it from buckshots.
“That mothafucka shot me, baby.” he lifted his head from off the ground and looked down at his body. At this time, Kesha was lifting up his shirt to examine his wounds. His torso was singed, bloody and had small holes in it from the buckshots. “Awww, shit, Keesh, this is it! This is it for me, ma! I’m done, I’m done.”
“No, no, no, don’t say that! You’re not gonna die, you’re not gonna die!” Kesha cupped Te’Qui’s face and looked into his eye. He was blinking his eyelids, struggling to keep his eyes open. His bloody hands held her wrists as he tried to meet her gaze. “Look at me; you look at me, gotdammit! You’re not gonna die! Repeat after me, I’m not gonna die! Say it, I’m not gonna die!”
“I’m not-I’m not gonna...” Te’Qui’s eyes rolled around and she smacked him to gain his attention. His eyes looked to her, struggling to hold her gaze. “I’m not gonna die-I’m not gonna die.”
“Yes, yes, yes, baby. That’s it, that’s it.” Kesha looked up at the sky, hearing Twelve’s sirens filling the air. She knew that the law would be there soon and she didn’t want to be anywhere in the area with all of those dead bodies lying around.
Kesha fished through Te’Qui’s pockets and got out the car’s keys. She ran over to the car and unlocked the door, pulling the backdoor open. She then ran over to Te’Qui, grabbing him under his arms and pulling him towards the vehicle. He was pretty much dead weight so she was struggling as she dragged him. On top of that, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and ran down her face. It took some effort, but she managed to get him into the backseat. Once she slammed the door shut, she jumped in behind the wheel and backed out. Next, she shifted the car into drive and floored it. The car crashed through the double gates, and made a right into the alley.
Kesha ripped down the trashy ass alleyway, looking back and forth between the windshield and Te’Qui. His bloody hands were lying on his waistline and he was staring up at the ceiling, eyes hooded. Seeing him like that scared the shit out of Kesha. To her, he looked like he was dead, lying face up inside of a coffin.
“Come on. Come on, baby. You gotta stay with me now. Stay with me,” Kesha, still looking back and forth between her lover and the windshield, grabbed Te’Qui’s hand. She held it firmly, as she drove through the alley. Looking ahead, she saw several police cars race past her line of vision, red and blue lights flashing.
“Bury me...” Te’Qui said just above a whisper, loosening his grip on Kesha’s hand.
“Hold on, baby. I’m finna bust a turn from outta here,” Kesha told him. Reaching the end of the alley, she made a left turn and sped down the block. She glanced into her rearview mirror and saw the rear ends and flashing lights of the police cars that had passed her when she was speeding down the alley. “Okay, baby. Now, what were you saying?” she glanced into the backseat at him; his eyelids were nearly shut.
“Bury me-bury me a,” he spoke in a whisper this time, sounding very weak.
“No, no, no. I will not bury you! You can’t die, bae! You cannot leave me and your child in this world alone.” she cried, fresh tears coating her cheeks. “You hear me? You cannot do this to me, to us.”
“When I die...make sure you bury me a g. Bury me a g, bury me a mothafuckin’g.”
The only things that could be heard then were the blaring police sirens and Kesha’s sobs.
“Te’Quiii, Te’Quiiii, Te’Quiiiii, wake up, baby! Please, wake up! Te’Quiiiii!” Kesha’s bone chilling screams ripped through the air.
Staring up at the ceiling of the car, Te’Qui was confronted by a big bright florescent light. The ray of light was so strong it could blind your average man, but Te’Qui was staring into it without so much as batting an eye. He saw himself running towards his loved one, Chevy, Faison, Baby Wicked, etc. They were all standing in a gorgeous green, grassy field with beautiful blooming daisies surrounding them. The flowers and grass moved having been disturbed by the cool occasional breeze of the warm weather. The sun was shining at his loved ones back as well. They were all wearing smiles across their faces. They looked happy too; far happier than they did when they were alive.
Seeing his loved ones receding before his eyes, and the brightness of the sun growing brighter and brighter, Te’Qui started running harder and faster. In fact, he was running so hard that he could hear his heart pounding in his ears and his husky breathing. Worry stretched across his face and water pooled in his eyes. He feared this would be his last time to reunite with his family and friends. That if he didn’t take advantage of this opportunity that he’d never see them again, ever. That thought terrified him.
“Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” Te’Qui huffed and puffed as he ran, tears sliding down his cheeks as he desperately tried to touch his relatives with his outstretched hand. “Wait, wait, don’t leave me! I need you! All of you!”
Te’Qui’s loved ones grew smaller and smaller, and the sun grew even brighter. It wasn’t long before his relatives and loved ones disappeared before his eyes and the sun over shadowed him. Te’Qui stopped running and looked up at the sun. He placed his hand above his eyebrows and stared up at the sun, looking through narrowed eyelids.
“Noooooo! Nooooo! I don’t wanna go yet! I don’t wanna...” Te’Qui screamed and screamed, which caused veins to bulge at his temples and neck. He wailed long and loud, tears continuously sliding down his cheeks and dripping off of his chin. “Noooooooooo! Noooooooooo!”
The blinding rays of the sun eventually swallowed up Te’Qui as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Shorty thereafter, the sun gradually receded and the wails of a baby flooded the hospital room.
“Waa! Waa! Waa! Waa! Waa! Waa!” a bloody, slimy baby hollered and hollered as he was pulled from between Kesha’s chubby legs. The doctor holding him with his latex gloved hands, turned around to Te’Qui, who was standing off to the side. He was dressed up just like the doctor was. He had on what looked like a bonnet, surgical mask, apron and gloves. He nipped the umbilical cord and handed the scissors to one of the nurses. He then walked over to the sink with the doctor holding his son, where he washed him off. While he was busy doing this, Kesha was being cleaned. Once the baby had been washed and rinsed, he was dressed in a red beanie with Outlaws in black stitching. He was then wrapped up firmly in a blanket and placed into Te’Qui’s arms. The young gangsta looked down into his son’s face, smiling. It was nine months later, and he had survived his gunshots wounds. The side of his face was scarred badly from the hot pellets of Big Will’s shotgun and his stomach had also been marred. Still, by the grace of God, he was alive and well.
“Hey, lil’ man, how you doin’, huh? How you doin’?” Te’Qui asked as he tickled his son’s chin. The little guy had the perfect combinations of his parents’ features. He wasn’t anything short of beautiful.
Te’Qui passed the baby to Kesha. She stared down at her bundle of joy, smiling. She was sweaty and her hair was matted on her face.
“Hey, baby boy, happy birthday. Happy birthday...” A crease formed on her forehead and she looked up at Te’Qui. She realized that they hadn’t come up with a name for their new born son yet.
Te’Qui held Kesha’s gaze as he thought of a name for their son. Once a name came to mind, a smirk formed at the corner of his lips before he replied. “We’ll name ‘em Brice. That was Baby Wicked’s government name.”
Kesha smiled and said, “Brice. I like that name. Brice it is.” She kissed baby Brice and brushed her nose up against his, lovingly. Te’Qui put his arm around Kesha and kissed his son’s forehead. He then kissed Kesha.
And they went on to live happily ever after.
The End
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